Morwenna was thoroughly frustrated.
She decided that next time something came up, she'd handle it herself. Relying on others clearly wasn't working out.
Poor Fletcher had no idea about the underhanded tactics Stuart was up to.
As she turned to leave, Morwenna declared, "I'll go call a doctor."
Stuart's tone was nonchalant. âDonât bother. You take care of it. If you bring someone else in, I wonât let them treat it.â
âStuart, how can you be so reckless with your own health!â
Without turning, Stuart faced away from Morwenna. âIâm not joking.â
Morwenna had no doubt about the seriousness of Stuartâs words. He was known for his reckless traits.
Through clenched teeth, she said, âI'll grab the first aid kit then.â
His voice was calm. âIf things are still where they were, it should be in the second drawer of the storage cabinet over there.â
Morwenna found the first aid kit exactly where Stuart had said it would be.
She carried it over and grimly began to peel off the gauze from Stuartâs back.
The gauze was blood-stained and stuck to his wounds after drying. Carefully, Morwenna dampened it with antiseptic solution, slowly peeling it away.
Then she saw the extent of Stuartâs injuriesâvarious cuts and bruises, some swollen, even pus forming under the moist bandages.
Morwenna gasped.
It was worse than she thought.
She stood up abruptly. âWe really need to get a doctor, Stuart. Your wounds are infected.â
âNo doctors.â
âBut... I donât know how to handle this properly.â
âJust clean it like a normal wound. Iâll go to the hospital later.â
Stuart was so stubborn, Morwenna felt helpless.
Remembering these wounds were a result of him saving her, her stern face softened with reluctance.
She couldnât just leave him like this. Taking a deep breath, she recalled how Fletcher had treated Stuartâs wounds last time. She methodically disinfected the wounds, then carefully put on clean gauzes.
Her hands, cold with nervousness, gently touched Stuartâs back.
To Stuart, it felt like the intense heat of summer being cooled by tiny snowflakes falling on his skin, calming the restlessness within him.
This was Stuart's way of showing trust.
His back was covered in scars, vulnerably exposed for her to treat.
In the past, there had been instances where someone had tampered with Stuartâs wounds.
But Morwenna didnât know any of that; she just thought Stuart was being headstrong.
Finally, Morwenna finished rebandaging all of Stuartâs wounds.
He stood up, put on his shirt without facing her, and then turned around.
At such close proximity, Morwenna instinctively stepped back.
Stuart seemed slightly irritated. âCome here.â
Instead of approaching, Morwenna turned and ran, calling over her shoulder, âStuart, I've got to go; remember to go to the hospital this afternoon.â
âMorwenna!â
She didnât stop, just ran out of the room.
Stuart might have wanted to talk, but Morwenna wasnât interested in listening.
She wanted to regard Stuart with gratitude, care about his health, care about his injuries, but she wanted no part in vague emotional entanglements.
Besides, she really did have other obligationsâshe was off to a tutoring job.
To escape from Stuart, Morwenna dashed out of Hetfield's Homestead, forgetting all about lunch.
How the Ice King Became my Doting Billionaire Husband ï¤Chapter 90 My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace ï¤Chapter 492 The tutoring job was just down the road, past a tree-lined path about a hundred meters long.
It was only when she reached the neighboring house that Morwenna remembered she hadnât eaten yet.